A review by kevin_shepherd
Ulysses by James Joyce

5.0

"I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries, arguing over what I meant!" ~James Joyce

"He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melon-smellonous osculation."

It's as if you assembled 7 or 8 distinct personalities, each intellectual and resourceful, and had them write pages of a story, and then interwove those pages into a complex but coherent narative. There's not a page that I didn't read at least twice, and each reading brought new insights. There is a stream of consciousness here that ebbs and flows. About the time I feel like I have a little firm footing, Joyce pulls the rug out from under me. He writes about landscapes and love and lust and farts and menstration with matter-of-fact fluidity and unflinching honesty. There are things here that everybody thinks about and nobody talks about. I'm sure I'll ruminate and pontificate on this one for days to come.

And god is it gloriously Irish! There should be a law that every edition be printed in kelly green ink and be bookmarked with a shamrock. 🍀